Do not use your partners as professional therapists.
Do not use your partner’s muse(s) as professional therapists.
Learn the difference between real life and roleplay.
Real life ALWAYS comes before roleplaying.
Learn that sometimes people aren’t feeling it and they don’t owe you an explanation if they haven’t been online or answering you.
If a post says to not reblog it, DON’T REBLOG IT.
People get jealous, it happens. It’s human nature. Do not use that jealousy to guilt, harass, bully, or attack other roleplayers. Again, this is just a hobby and it’s not real life. It’s FICTION.
“Are you surprised to see me still alive? The rumors you’ve heard were lies.”
Myrcella spoke, turning to face the other to revel her scarred face and marred ear, a reminder of the harshness of life, of what the life of a royal could do to one. “I’m alive and well. An you, Maregary, you seem well enough off. How is my dear brother?”
“What?” He snapped at Daenerys reached where he and Viserion his rage still not satisfied though his legs moved him closer to her and he wrapped his arms around her, possessively as he moved her away from the view of her advisors so her back was against Viserion’s body. An he kissed her, all his rage and fear packed into it his nails dug into her as he tried to pull her closer to him before he let go of her to move past her, wiping the blood from his face with his bloodied hand only smearing more blood around.
“The traders ship came from Pentos. Tyrion, Asha I want you to investigate, use your resources and find out what you can. They may send more informants and traders under guise.” The two looked between them and gave a wary nod before being dismissed. Viserys turned to Grey Worm “Any and all visitors we receive, no matter who they are are to be brought to me. Handcuffed and weaponless.I don’t care if it’s Jon Snow himself.” Grey Worm didn’t seem ready to do as Viserys asked and a few of the Dothraki and Unsullied gave him an unsure look.
“Do you understand? We cannot allow another attack upon us. Not with our forces spread as they are, no matter how close we are to winning back the throne. Daenerys will not be under threat again. Is. That. Clear?” He asked stepping closer as a younger Dothraki muttered a yes and scampered off, the others just nodded and Grey Worm looked from Viserys to Dany before nodding and being on his way and he turned back to Dany. “Go see the maester. Any undo stress and movements could have harmed the child and in turn, you. Go.” Viserys did not want to take any chances with Daenerys and her pregnancy, not after their mothers death not after she had already lost one child. He couldn’t lose her or their child.
Guys Viserys would totally be a 90′s-early 2000′s movie horror villian, he’s the cute guy in your highschool that had a rough life but he’s like super hot but oh no after you and your friends get stuck at this cabin with no cell reception, the super hot guy seems to be not quite right in the head
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
‘ SHE DIDN’T WISH TO LET GO. alina loved her big brother so much, had always idolized and adored him. she giggled as she let down to the ground, but took his hand, lovingly. “ah, but i MISSED you a great deal more.” alina twirled in her pretty little dress and smiled. “you think so? father bought me a new dress to show off to, to the starks. he says he wishes to marry me off to robb stark. wouldn’t that be lovely? i’d be queen of the north!” she excitedly said, leaning her head against him. “that way, i can make it a RULING that my big brother, domeric bolton, is the most amazing man there is!”
Domeric could only smile at his sisters words and made no move to try to up her on the amount they had missed one another and gave an approving nod as she twirled to show off her dress. “It would be lovely” He stated “But, in Robbs position it would make more sense for him to marry a woman with Southern connections. Though you make a beautiful Queen”
He told her, trying not to break her heart but he couldn’t let her go through her dreams thinking fanciful things. “Even better than your lord husband the King?” He asked raising an eyebrow at her